.. but I told him if he didn't get me off with his mouth, he wasn't getting any Shay candy that night. He proved to be a willing pupil, and over the n...xt few weeks I gradually turned him into a cunnilingual artist. It got to the point where he so looked forward to doing it that sometimes we started our make out sessions that way. I think he liked it better that way; then he could just lay back and let Shay do her thing without worrying about me.And that's the way it went for the rest of the. “ She smiled.„What?“„I just told them you got sick and had to stay here overnight.“„Phew.“ My mind was racing as I sat up and sorted my thoughts. „Ok, then I'll just call now and tell them I'll be home... and I have to call my girlfriend...“ I was searching for my clothes. I detected them at the foot of the bed. Placed there by granny.„There's no need to hurry. Do you wanna go to school, sick as you are?“„I... um...“„Your mother will call them. She knows that you are in good care here.“I calmed. The second eruption was equally startling, as she watched it fly over her head to land on the table in front of her. She quickly scooped up what she could with a finger and stuck it in her mouth, savouring the texture and warmth of the liquid, like fine wine. The warmth of the next few salvos, crashing across her back, were all she needed to perpetuate her own climax.The more than middle-aged woman ground her ass back against the teen, forcing increased pressure against her asshole, the harder. Aching to feel the pull of her mouth on them."Alright, now it's my turn," Sarah said, moving away from Heather tits. My wife reluctantly got up and stood in front of her. Sarah pulled her pajama pants off, revealing a beautifully clean shaven pussy. Completely bald, just like I remembered."Get down in front of me and lick until I tell you to stop," she ordered calmly, directing my wife between her legs. Heather didn't even blink... she was no stranger to eating pussy. According to my wife,.